I changed the category from the movie Hook to the newest movie Peter Pan. It doesn't really matter to me, because this basically is a crossover of Peter Pan. Just is the aftermath of the story. I'm trying to find an audience lol. Speaking of which, I need your participation in my latest poll. It would be nice to get some people to vote. It's in my profile. Review please!
My wife and I were preparing for the Family Reunion that would be tomorrow. Most of the folks were probably trying to rent a hotel or something. I was happy to see some old friends or relatives of mine. You see, Sam and Ron became my very close friends after their first visit in Neverland. Sam's Neverland name was John and Ron's Neverland name was Micheal. If you know the story of Peter Pan, then you know those two.
It's funny that my closest friends became my uncles. I still call them Sam and Ron, because it's weird for me to call them Uncle. For calling Maddie Mom, that was a different story, because we used to play a little game when we were kids. I was the dad and Maddie was the mom. She also acted a lot like my own mother after I moved to London. Sam and Ron, on the other hand, still treated me like the old Pete they once knew. It's kinda funny if you think about it.
Sam, my wife (in case you get confused with Maddie's brother), picked up the kids and took them home. We had our supper and it was time for the kids to go to bed. Cindy had her own room since the twins hit puberty. I tucked her in bed.
"Daddy, would you tell me that story about Peter Pan?" Cindy asked.
"I've told you that story a dozen times. Man, you never get tired of that story. I wish your siblings were like that," I joked as my little girl started laughing. "Windy was in bed sleeping along with her brothers John and Micheal. All of a sudden, a boy went into their room."
"Peter Pan!" Cindy cried excitedly.
"That's right. Peter was looking for his shadow and found it in Windy's drawer," I continued. I made the shadow part up to entertain the kids. I actually was behind the window hearing Maddie's fairy tale stories when Tink took away the fairy dust and I started falling off. I guess that's what I get for teasing Tink too much. "Windy sewed the shadow to Peter. He told Windy about Neverland, and so she wanted to go. Windy brought her two brothers John and Micheal with her and they all flew to Neverland."
"You forgot about Tinker Bell. She was locked in a drawer," Cindy reminded me. I chuckled over that part. Poor Tink really was trapped in Maddie's side table drawer. I was actually getting back at her for making me fall off. She really killed me for that. "Oh yeah. Tinker Bell was locked in the drawer wasn't she? Anyhow, everyone went to Neverland and faced captain Hook of the Jolly Roger."
Cindy enjoyed my little story of Peter Pan. Some parts of the story was actually made up like looking for my shadow and pretending I was captain hook while saving Tiger Lilly. I would've told the actual story, except the rating. I basically fought Captain Hook and freed Tiger Lilly before she broke Hook's arm. That girl is hard as a rock. You NEVER mess with Tiger Lilly.
After telling Cindy her bedtime story, I tucked James and Elizabeth to bed.
"I need you two up and early tomorrow. We're going to be having a Family Reunion here and I want you two to be on your best behavior. No more shoving to get to the kitchen and James, please be nice to Cindy. She's only ten years old for goodness sakes alive," I warned my kids.
"Who believes in fairy tales. Dad, when are you going to tell her that Peter and Santa don't exist?" James asked.
"When she's ready, James. Cindy is still a child while you and your sister are growing up," I told James.
"Well, you know what? I wish I never have to grow up. Puberty stinks and my teachers keep telling me to grow up. When will it occur to anybody that I don't want to grow up?" James complained.
"Let me tell you something, James. There was a time when I didn't want to grow up either," I explained to my son. "I can't promise you that being an adult is not boring, because it sucks big time, but so does being a kid. Staying a kid forever is not going to be fun. Maybe for a while, but after that, it's going to suck just as much as being an adult."
James looked at me with the same expression. He obviously wouldn't believe me since he didn't know yet that I had been a kid for three hundred years. In fact, if I told anybody this fact, I'd end up being in the home for the crazies.
"I don't have a choice anyway," James glared before turning his body around.
"Just think about what I said, ok," I said before giving James a kiss on the side of his head. "Goodnight."
I kissed Elizabeth goodnight as well. This was something I did every night in case it might be the last night I'd see them. I can never forget the last night I ever saw my real mother. I told her I never wanted to grow up, and then she told me that will never happen before slamming the door. My whole life, I wished I could've told her goodnight before leaving to Neverland.
I went into my wife's and I's bedroom. She was in her nightgown and I was in my PJ's. Sam wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed it. I'd tell you want happened next, but some things are meant to be private. I'll just put that we basically did what a husband and wife usually do.
In the middle of the night, while my wife and I were asleep, we heard a sound. I got up off of my bed and opened the window blinds. I saw a ship with a Jolly Roger. I would know that flying ship with that Jolly Roger anywhere. I quickly dashed in my PJ's and ran up to my kids' bedroom. The first one I checked was Cindy's. Cindy was sound asleep. After that, I heard a noise from Elizabeth. She was screaming for about half a second.
I dashed into the bedroom and James and Elizabeth were gone. I saw the ship still there and used the time I had to jump onto the side of the ship. The ship started sailing into the air while I was climbing through the window. I was out of breath since I hadn't done stunts like that in twenty years. I ran to the trap door of the ship where I saw Hook, or his normal name Vlad, with my kids. Their mouths were gagged and their arms were tied behind their backs.
"You idiots! This is not Peter and this is certainly not Windy! Her hair is black and this boy here doesn't have blue eyes!" Hook yelled at his crew.
"But captain," Mr. Smee or Skulker (don't ask why he calls himself that) trembled in fear. "I was sure he was Peter. Look, he even has his hair, his face, even the shape of his chin."
At least Mr. Smee was smart enough to know the relations between James and I.
"Huh interesting. Smee, we have stumbled across something. It seems Peter has grown up and got busy," Hook smirked. Oh, I wanted to punch that guy in the face. First he takes my kids now he's talking about my sex life.
"You mean Peter has grown up and married Windy?" Mr. Smee asked while I gagged and blushed at the same time. That guy never was the sharpest pencil in the box.
"I highly doubt it. Windy has grown up too, but more than Peter. She probably is old enough to be his mother. Peter probably married Windy's daughter," Hook concluded. Not even that guy was the sharpest pencil in the box. Then again, most people who seen my Play thought I would end up with Jane. EW! "We might see Peter soon enough. First, we must take these kids to the brig."
Mr. Smee walked toward the trap door I was hiding under. I quickly hid inside a barrel while watching the loon drag my children and chain them to the wall before taking the gags out. I guess since the boat was in the air, there was no way for anybody getting inside the ship unless they were fairies.
"Now you kids behave," Mr. Smee threatened before putting the keys on the hook and marching back up the stairs before closing the trap door. I stayed hidden. It was wise to wait until the ship was in Neverland, so I could land my children safely in the water.
"James, I'm scared," Elizabeth said. "What's going on here?"
"This is obviously a dream. I mean for one thing, there is no way Dad is Peter Pan, his name is Danny," James pointed out.
"That's the first thing I thought, but I pinched myself and it hurts," Elizabeth said.
"Pinching never works," James told his sister while rolling his eyes.
"Then how can I know if this is a dream or not?"
"That's easy. A good punch would not hurt me in a dream."
Elizabeth punched James on the nose before he touched it and saw blood on his fingers. His eyes widened. I just rolled my eyes while seeing my kids try to conclude the possibility that they were dreaming or not. I knew, however, that this wasn't a dream at all. This was as real as going to work.
"This can't be real. This can't be real," James said.
"The Play. It's like a memoir. Neverland and... this is all messed up," Elizabeth concluded. "Who's Windy, who's John, and who's Micheal? What about Tinker Bell and Jane and..."
"You think I'm not as confused as you are? We can ask, and then kill Dad after we get out of this place."
"How?"
"I have no idea, but I'll think of something."
